Our story this week is about Carol, a passionate cook person who decided to take her hobby more seriously and together with two partners created their own confectionery, Casa Gourmand: “It was a process that lasted several years looking for new meanings to a lot of things in my life, the food started to be appreciated and not simply swallowed.”. Check the text in the words of Carol herself.
“Let me remember my indecision began in kindergarten with the recurring question: ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ In my buzzing and creative child head I just thought: ‘Bigger, I hope.’ And then life began to play with me and I grew very little and the indecision and doubt about ‘what I wanted to be’ accompanied me for a long time.
I was still in business school and used to see the majority of my colleagues planning solid and successful careers in banks and multinationals, as I looked around and felt a certain despair that increased as it got closer to graduation. I loved studying all the subjects related to human beings, they cheered me to continue there, I wanted to graduate, obviously, but I had no idea what would happen to me from now on and this scared me. I ended up going to a family business, they needed help and I needed a job, voilà!
Lack of motivation, disinterest and I settled myself there. It was a good job, a quiet work, didn’t challenge me a lot, but it didn’t stressed me as well. Time passed and when I realized, it’s been five years that I was there, planning, doing researches, making spreadsheets, I neglected my work, I calculated costs and thought what courses and careers could follow. Planned, pondered and dreamed a lot, but acted and gave me very little.
I did a technical course in interior design in the meantime, the initial excitement was lost at the end of the first year, autocad was a monster to me and gave me chills choose jackets and some sleep. I gave up in the middle. At least changing my mind and retreating when I need were things that never scared me.
From the time of the first question, I have always had a passion with me, cooking. Weekends were devoted to join friends at home, exchanging confidences cooking in the kitchen, with lively dinner conversations that cross and lose their meaning, for friends birthday cake recipes that went wrong and made me grumble a lot, I attempted to copy what I use to eat in the restaurant … but I honestly I’ve never though about turning this hobby into my profession.
That eventually changed with a cookies course I made with a friend for fun. In the test of biscuits at home thinking ‘this is tasty, they were beautiful and is a delight to do … Let’s sell decorated cookies!’. In three months we chose a name for the company, her boyfriend created a logo, made our facebook page, we disclose among friends and reached the first order.
In August completed one year that we did the course. Today I study gastronomy, continue to work in the company and manage schedules and weekends for House Gourmand along with this friend and her mother who joined the company to help us, when orders grew and the cakes entered on the menu.
It was a process that lasted several years looking for new meanings to a lot of things in my life, the food started to be appreciated and not simply swallowed, the bakery is my darling I care along with all the love of my partners, my conventional job is still my main support and accountability, the relationship with my family and friends got a new and better air, until I realized that dishwasher may have a therapeutic effect, and of course the food is the realization of a dream I had just discovered that when I wore the first time the dolma, apron and entered the school kitchen.
But in my opinion, is that the same principal who I was changed, as a whole, not just my career choice, we are whole human beings perceive where and when changes arise is that the magic happens. Not like a touch of Fairy godmother, but with internal transformation gained through hard work, reflection, coping with discomforts, long chats with fellow patients and some bottles of wine, better choices and even some tears too, some angst, but a number of pure joy. Bon Appetite! “
Photo credit: Priscilla Brito